Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.